Thursday, July 14, 2011
Red Leather Magic
When I slipped it on, I was Michael Jackson in Thriller. I could sing like him. I could dance like him.
That red jacket was my Dumbo's feather. There was no stopping me when I had it on. I channeled all the cool of my childhood hero and coupled it with the unbridled confidence that only a six year-old is capable of. I was unstoppable.
What I wouldn't give some days to have just a touch of that magic back. Though this time around I'd probably choose something other than a shiny red leather jacket as a conduit.